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Turkey with strangers

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You can’t argue with this: Thanksgiving is not really about food. If it was, we’d be perfectly happy to eat turkey in a restaurant. There’s an entire episode of Mr. Ed about how horrible that… Turkey with strangers

Shrieking at Strangers

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To the man I shrieked at last April, who was waiting to use the bathroom, I apologize. I was unable to explain at the time, but here’s the whole story: I was sitting on Flutterby,… Shrieking at Strangers

Learning Curves

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“OK, I admit it,” said Barry, one morning. “I’m loving the hell out of this.” I was so shocked by his statement, I would have fallen out of bed had that been possible. Fortunately, it’s… Learning Curves

Sun boots

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“Do I have to?” I whine and I cry, As I stand under blue, cloudless sky, But we’ve boiled every pot, And the water’s so hot, That my rain boots must keep my feet dry.… Sun boots

Still Life With Fruit

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There are critical foods that I lack, So I pedal with trailer and pack, To buy berries and greens, And some snappy fresh beans, And it’s only 12 miles, out and back. I admit, I… Still Life With Fruit

You need more directions?

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After my last post, Come Monday, Jayne asked “So where is St. Marys?? :-)” She was writing from Seattle. Then Steve, writing from Paradise Village, outside Puerto Vallarta, said, “We need more directions about St.… You need more directions?

Come Monday

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On a Monday morning, a couple of weeks ago, there was a knock on our hull. “Yo, Flutterby!” called a voice, causing us to pop out the companionway in surprise. Nobody knocks on Flutterby’s hull… Come Monday

A chilly Georgia morning

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Now that I’ve completed over 100 illustrations  for my book, I’ve decided to start adding pen-and-ink drawings to the blog, too. I hope you enjoy these new “doodles!” ~1meps ~~~ With temperatures in the low… A chilly Georgia morning